More songs by Yonny
Description
Mixer, Producer: Jake Crocker
Masterer: Matthew Wolk
Vocals: Yonny
Writer: Jake Crocker
Writer: Yonatan Daniel
Lyrics and translation
Original
Please excuse my dialect of choice
I hope all you hoes rejoice
This your chance to make some noise
Please excuse my twisted views
I know you a bit confused
There's just one last thing to do
I'm out my mind
Teflon yon
Highway speeding with my rear view gone
One way ticket with my eyes to ceiling
Ain't no better way describe this feeling
Ain't no better way that i could describe it
A co-pilot, they couldn't handle the mileage
That i'm flying, directly aiming at
Neptune, and Jupiter's way in fact
100 different ways to count your blessings
Lately prayers ain't been real receptive
We been changing views like it's effective
I got different angles iridescence
I don' spent some days out chasing gold and
All the riches, bitches i can i hold but
If you think you fucking with the
(Goat)
You don' got yourself a ways to go
Oh me, oh my
I been gone for some time
Don't stress, im fine
You barely know me but you act like you do (oh)
On god, that's why
Don't stress, i'm fine
Oh me, oh my
(voicemail interlude)
Baby i been feeling paranoid like people watching
Time is moving
Clock is ticking
You throwing rocks tryna hide your hands
They don' caught you on the jumbo cam
You ain't slick as you think
High tide legs kicking like Im itching to breathe
My wide eyed youth innocence drowned in the sink
You ain't tough as your persona
Your showin' a straight front
Like weave laces yeah
Same old thing
You like me when i dance and sang
I'm at ease
When i cross my t's, and I dot my eyes
And it's plain in sight how i feel inside
Emotions running wild, yeah
Ima' fiend for nostalgia
Moving speed a 100 miles
Can we slow it, can we slow it down, slow it down
What happen
Come on, you fell asleep nigga let's go